Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
His chest and abs are… whoa. He’s smooth, toned, with deep grooves and that special V that goes down to his…
I swallow hard and avert my eyes.
Oh man… I’ve always had a thing for priests. It’s the whole chastity-until-death thing. Like all that pent-up sexual frustration and I get to be the one who relieves it. But only hot priests… if they exist.
This one exists. He looks… I daren’t comment further.
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” I joke when he comes closer to see me through the plastic.
He flashes me a smile. “You like?”
Pax watches me intensely; he can’t see my face, but he can hear my reply. What’s his deal? He’s really staring at me in a not-so-nice way.
“You look heavenly,” I jest, and he laughs. Pax, however, drinks his drink and looks away.
Laurie turns with the drinks to our little group, a straw in mine. She holds it while I make a little hole in the top of the zip and suck half the whiskey in a few healthy gulps. It goes down so nicely. So cooling and refreshing, until the warming afterburn, that is.
“Holy Father, fuck me,” Laurie cries, her eyes roaming up and down my boss. I feel a spike of something at her perusal of him, something not so nice. I don’t know what the feeling is but it’s making me edgy. “You are one fine piece of man candy, Mr. C.”
I flap my T-rex hand in her face.
“Why thank you,” he replies, grinning at her in a really seductive way.
It’s stupid, I know he’d never cheat on his wife, but I don’t like that she has his attention and I don’t. An unfair thing of me seeing as I’m here with Pax.
“More, please,” I tell Laurie who guides the straw through the hole. I decide to just trap the straw in place and dip it into the glass instead whenever I need it.
I’m smart sometimes.
“You look hilarious, as I knew you would,” Mr. C says to me, knocking his knuckles against the plastic cover.
“Where’s Mrs. Conti?” I ask him, looking around for her by turning my whole body.
“She just left,” he replies. “She came as a nun.”
“Sexy.” I laugh at the image of Mrs. Conti as a nun, wishing I hadn’t gotten here so late, but the idea was to get here when everybody is drunk already. I think we succeeded. Everybody looks to be having a great time.
“Let’s dance,” Laurie pleads, looking at the dance floor and one of my male coworkers who has been eyeing her since she arrived. I think they’ve met before, once when she brought me lunch and he thought her tics were hilarious.
“Excuse me, gents,” I tell Pax and Mr. C. “I have to dino-dance.”
“Oh this will be good,” Ezra mutters and Pax hums his agreement.
We find a space where people are already boogying and join in. There’s little I can do but shake my T-rex butt and wave my hands around. Nobody can see me dancing beyond the outside of my costume anyway. So that’s what I do, I hold hands with Laurie and shake my head and dino-butt. The laughter we get is excellent and it’s even better when people join in, making me dance with them and take pictures.
Three drinks and a lot of songs later, I stumble out of there, leaving Laurie with Pax on the crowded floor.
I can’t breathe. I’m so warm. Sweat is dripping down my body. It’s gross but at least I don’t smell bad.
I pull on the community bathroom door but it’s locked. Fuck.
I really need out of this suit for ten. I’m going to pass out.
Meh… Ezra won’t mind if I use his en suite. I hope.
I drag my feet to his office and push on the door, surprised to find it unlocked. Lucky me.
It’s pitch-black, the only light coming through is the occasional disco light dancing across the outside of the blinds.
“Can’t breathe,” I say and break out of my costume. The cool air hits my clammy skin and I want to cry.
I drunkenly kick my feet out of it, tripping and catching myself on the desk, and then I head towards the bathroom and do my thing. The light blinds me momentarily upon entry.
I wash my hands and face and splash water at myself, but I still feel gross. I decide to just take one of Mr. C’s flannels and wipe down my entire body with cold water. I pull off my thin dress and drop it on the closed toilet, leaving me in matching lace bra and thong. I put them on because I figured I’d be getting laid tonight and matching underwear sends Pax wild.
My neck, shoulders, chest, stomach all tingle and quiver as I wipe myself down. I moan. It feels so good. So cold.